'Tis in Clarinda's charming mind, / The sweet attraction lies; / There all that fire and life we find, / That sparkles in her eyes.

As a piece of ground which is negligently cultivated, produces abundance of noxious weeds, so in the soul of an indolent man over-run with numberless vicious passions.

"Forgetfulness, dumbness, necessity! / In chains of the mind locked up, / Like fetters of ice shrinking together."

"Though grey our beards, our thoughts and aims are green: / Like damag'd clocks, whose hand and bell dissent, / Folly sings six, while nature points at twelve."

"Let but the least trifle cross his way, and his desultorious fancy presently takes the scent, leaves the unfinished and half-mangled notion, and skips away in pursuit of the new game."

Date: December 2, 2019

"It's like there's a radio station playing in my head all the time."

— Hansen, Beck [Beck] (b. July 8, 1970)